Martina Moriarty

Veteran Poet - 1,672 Points (15/04/1964 / Kerry)

To Sir - Poem by Martina Moriarty

I need to see you as you are naked in your thoughts!
To see your eyes, your soul, and mind, your body, and your haunts.
Beware I am a ‘Dragon’ a fearsome one at that
I've tasted meat but none so sweet as captured by my Sap
I’m blessed with noble magnetism of super power divine
I hold my golden sword aloft and on your shoulders shine.

Our paths will cross I’m sure of that in private or in chat
I give my word with all I own, you never will look back

Beneath that skin and soul called man,
I'll crawl inside your bones and suck your marrow
softly as sure as newborn babes are born.

My fingertips trek lightly upon your fertile ground!
Just beware I am the ‘Dragon’ that echoes to your sound
My rapture is my Capture for nothing can surpass
the longing kiss of an invisible mist that hides behind a Mask

I long for bed but you're not here!
so storms give me no shelter
I bare the tempest-out-stretched arms
that throw me back in anger
What can I do to please you?
To take you from the pain
all I have to offer
is the glory of my shame

So take me as you want me…
this fire that burns within
has ignited all my fantasies
your loyalty within.

I am your muse, your hobby your princess and your Glove
I guarantee with all my heart
It’s sent to Sir
With Love.

Topic(s) of this poem: love


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 17, 2015



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